It happens gradually, so gradually as to be unnoticed. Becoming more comfortable with a job and living arrangements, you get into a routine. Meals, showers, laundry are all just punctuation points. Actually, it is not really a settled routine; it is a rut which absorbs most of your interest and attention.
As this happens, your horizons contract and you aren’t even aware. The world is the base, that 1.5 miles strip of Disney Drive long and about two blocks deep on either side. People, vehicles, noise and dust, I don’t even pay attention.
Obviously, distant events don’t cease nor does the daily flood of email bringing new challenges and the same subjects over and over diminish. It is just that you don’t really see what is happening around you.
This morning, for whatever reason while headed to work I stopped and looked up. Up at the mountains ringing the base with their sharp stony spears gleaming against the early morning light. I had forgotten there were mountains since they are obscured by dust most of the time.
At least that sounds like a good excuse. But really, I just haven’t been looking up and out to the world around me. My horizons had shrunk to my little corner of the base; my area of comfort.
It probably is not that different from most of us at home. We get so wrapped up in our daily lives that there might as well be nothing outside the daily corridor that contains our existence. Before you ask – I am not depressed and don’t believe it has anything to do at all with depression. Rather, routine is comfortable. But it also can be confining.
There must be roses somewhere……